“All my jokes are Indianapolis. All my attitudes are Indianapolis. My adenoids are Indianapolis. If I ever severed myself from Indianapolis, I would be out of business. What people like about me is Indianapolis.” – Kurt Vonnegut
It’s one of those hot Midwestern summer days where the sun seems impossibly high in the sky and Indianapolis, with its limited warm days/weeks/months, is alive. The population of nearly two million is buzzing around like a just-kicked hive. Families line Downtown Indianapolis with children making a run for the Soldiers and Sailors Monument while parents look on while enjoying drinks and food at surrounding alfresco bistros. It’s a scene that seems more in tune with life in a wealthy suburb than in a major metropolis.
The Saturday afternoon heat is no joke, but that doesn’t stop the city from debunking its Naptown nickname. Young men and women fill the bars and restaurants with freshmen zeal (the city’s median age is one of the youngest in the country), and local Indy microbreweries (there are over a dozen, www.visitindy.com/indianapoliswhats-on-tap-indy-breweries) keep the masses hydrated. For now, I bypass the on-street action and walk with my friend Casey, who recently moved from New York to nearby Muncie, Indiana, to pick up a bike at Indy Bike Hub (222 E. Market St. www.indybikehub.com).